The Revolution Is… Resurrection
Writing The Revolution #5
Resurrection.
A rising up.
A crawling out of the shadowed cave of hiding.
A prodigal child returning to the wild terrain of the holy alive.
An unapologetic visibility of your God hallowed flesh, heart, guts and bones.
To resurrect all that has been marked as dead within you. Oh, darling one, who did that to you? Who made you feel that your joy, your too muchness, your vision, your voice, was not right for this world?
To resurrect ourselves is to gather those places where dust has grown thick and dulled the polish of your soul. To take these parts and to embrace them as lovers exiled from grace. To breathe life back in as you give a kiss of forgiveness to their brow.
Playing dead and you walk through the world as a half-living creature. A zombie with barely a pulse, stooping, eyes closed, your innards a blizzard that cannot know the way.
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Sure. It’s safer that way, isn’t it?
To be a sheep, following the herd.
To be incognisant and thus unrecognisable to the ones who would feel your magnitude.
To lie low, out of sight, out of mind, and out of your own goddamn mind.
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To resurrect is to stir the trouble pot. The one being served with its shoulds and shouldn’t. The one with be careful not to rock the boat scrawled in the dying deep-throated throes of your vibrant soul written upon it.
It’s your choice. For choice is when we take our power back. When we inhale that gasp of spirit back deep inside to the very marrow of our ancient being. We wake her up. She’s been sleeping for such a long time. She’s both a sleeping beauty and the beast. She snarls and seduces. She groans and moans for the pleasures she has missed. She weeps for the betrayal of her own sweet soul.
Resurrection is the vow to living.
Resurrection is to unshackle our passion that bleeds a mess and mass of ridiculous desire on the path we tread.
Resurrection is to unbuckle the belt of bullshit that says that this is a sin, that that is uncomfortable to others, that this desire is too grandiose or selfish or ungenerous or far too shocking. Let them electrify themselves upon your own electric cross of your own holiness. Your own fucking with God. Your own generative wildfire that burns to ashes that which keeps you meek.
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Blessed be the meek? Ok. If you say so, but excuse me, you’re standing in the way.
Playing dead is not why you’re here my love.
Playing dead is an intolerable excuse as you atrophy each day; as your decomposing desires and dreams dig deeper into the dirt of disappointment.
Playing dead is to disrespect your own glorious genius. Let it blind in its light. If it’s too much, they can always don their sunglasses and bow their meek heads as you pass by.
Don’t curdle your majestic milk anymore.
Be done with needing the masses to worship your lifeless corpse.
Wake up. Show up. Rise up.
The time for your resurrection is here.
Aho X
It’s happening this Sunday 20th April. Yeh sure, the resurrection, out there, is, but so is yours too.
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